You would have called him a skeleton.

What was this being whose physiognomy was so monstrously simple?
He came nearer, and his face kindled, assumed life.

I saw that he was handsome.
He had a charming serious face, fringed with a fine black beard, a high forehead and sparkling eyes.

A haughty grace guided and refined his movements.
He came forward a step or two, then returned to the door, which was still open.

The shadow of the door trembled, a silhouette appeared and took shape.